11 August 2008
Reason to whine: My poor chair
And so I mourn for my chair, for one.
The unrepentant wrecker promised me eons ago to replace it but until now nothing, as in nada, none has been fulfilled. Just like a politician, the wrecker promised and promised not just once, only to be frustrated time and again with that promise. Just like my chair, broken.
Sometimes, getting a fault published can do miracles.
I hope it works this time.